Burning
He once had meant something to her. Had been special. In between all the fighting and dying, she had allowed herself one weakness: to love.
Two years had gone by but to her it seemed like mere weeks had passed since the destruction of the Normandy. All she could recall from that time were faint echoes of feelings. Hurt and pain. But mostly feelings of comfort, trust, and safety. Because he had been there. With her.
The first thing Cirilla Shepard did when she returned from the mission on Horizon was to burn his picture. In the Normandy's drive core.